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i wont lie im decent for bein white son
im not great but not bad for my record bein 1-1
i flow truely when i spit this poetic shit
too hott for radio cuz they would fuckin edit this
skittles flow with true motha fuckin variety
you fuckin with a true menace to society
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wow im the best doesnt that make you mad
im the greatest rapper yeah im bad ass
cant fuck with me im the greatest
i can make you almost finish your verse but you couldnt take this
dont mess with me that would be stupid :nono:
fuck with me i wont care who i start shootin
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Im nowhere near perfect, but Im doing my best.
Mergin my verses with words, like the ones that tatt on my chest..
KAMATAYAN means to the death I spit..
And when I battle I rise once again, this final fucken breath- I get it.
I'll split ya script and your whole clique, but always know Im loyal..
I'll follow those who know what they doing and not toil
with this game I respect.
I just flow, and syse with it.. IF we battle, Ima fight and slice yurr ass to the death..
Im out for respect, and though I know it'll take long..
All I got here is time, my pen, and my poems, SO fuck anybody who denies me passage to being a vet...
Youre thinking Im done, But I havent even started yet....
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Considering i just took dope ill consider my self pretty dam dope
but nigga im so well known round my area they call me the pope
i spit dope lyrics as easy as it is to smoke it
fuck when i drop its so good all niggas say its prewrit
im definatly rb's best mcee
dam nigga im so good they should give me an emee
Im Lyrically gifted dam look at all the coments i get they never negative
they always possitive and complementry
YOu niggas watch out ill be the one to watch this centry
2pac was the best now let him rest
Fuck It My lyrics as tite as Lottos vest(8 mile)
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I'm sick lyricaly infested with bile
Contageous ill text in a vile
It's so hard to take my style
Because I'll fuck a bitch while shes dropping a pile
but after awhile
Self glorifacation gets old an floats down the nile
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yall don't believe I hustle well who cares
I might be in jail freestyling prayers
Got warrants and now the police seen my house
All because my bag man opened his mouth
Now I gotta go handle my bizz
I promise jail is a place that I can't live
Jesus why am I such an ignorant fool?
I got in trouble and I stayed in school
Listen kids getting knocked ain't cool
Now is when family is most important
When you about to go to jail don't ignore this
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Hi, hello, my name is Macca
And yes your right
I don’t look like no rapper,
I aint black and I don’t dress dapper
Aint got no bling but I do mess with slappers
Just got a lyrical flow to show
The world might not be ready to know
So sit back and let me rap
And let my rhymes put your brain into a spaz attack
I aint got no crew to watch my back
No groupies, no fans, no idolising pack
So I stand lonely on centre stage
Let the stares burn through my hair to give me the rage
That I need to perform,
Watch you well up
As I drop bomb after bomb
I aint gonna let it go,
gonna keep on hammering till you cry like a hoe
who aint be paid
been fuked so hard
bleeding like you ate razor blades
you aint got shit!
Nothing to come back at me with
Thinking of lyrics from other rappers
Steeling the lines from the original dappers
Trying to remember how it went with NWA
But you cant do it
So what you gonna say?
Fuk all
Coz that’s all you got
Fuk all
As your mind starts to rot
You aint got a thing on this mudda-fuker ya hear me!
So don’t step up,
Fuk it! Don’t come near me!
Look
I’m just an ordinary dude,
I aint trying to be rude
But you fukers have had more shots
Than a middle-eastern feud.
And now its my time
I got the light of lime
So you better listen up
Coz you might learn from this rhyme
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lol, im laughin at you china imitations, nerds who will never get laid
but me on the other hand...just look at me......im american made!
im tired of you faggots, im so hot you'll need 3 times your oven mits
im not a whiney bitch, I dont cry over cost...I dont throw counter-fits!
your like a fuckin poor bitch workin at 7/11...your always gettin stole
not even the grinch could touch me, even with is 39 and a half foot pole!
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Tired of cats who post meaningless crap, Im reading your raps.
THe same dudes who start shit, and now Im beating you back,
I aint afraid to tell it how it is, cos most of these dudes,
Are all talk, false testamonials, hiding the newb,
Riding the Crew, repping the name, they posts are hot..
Without noone knowing these dude just ghostflowed, and dropped.
I aint the type to waste time, or abuse ability..
Not the type to paste rhymes then lose all credibility
So ima stay how Iam, as these dudes get wacker..
Go back to the streets of Oz and Check my legendary status.
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im so dope, mary-jane is my lady
burin up the spot so hard im torchin hades
make the women sweat and swoon when i enter the room
cuz i sweep them off there feat like a 12 foot broom
they all want me from when the hit peu-ber-ty till 50
cuz im the master of ladies, i please them swiftly
i ryhme tighter than j.los jeans
most claim about a record deal but aint got the means
to have my skills would be there dreams
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They call me box cause i was made 4 the block
should've named me roof cause i was made to b on top
You seen my post u know my is shit hot
Hova retired I'm about to take his spot
Aint even signed and i got female fans
I'm a punchline bully my bars should be banned
And i thought about trying to make the band
But I got to much pride to kiss Puffy's Hand
I rather Go and play the streets
Grab my mic and attack some beats
don't be surprised if i make the source
Its not about talent but who can afford the cost
~~just a early morning snack~~holla
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Mic check 1-2
Shit typin these lyrics comes easy to me/
Since im Tha 1 and i spit real easy/
The king of RAPTAPES A.K.A Mad Dog/
If u think ur a gangsta/
Then im introducing u to the true lord/ (God)
And i aint religious/
If anything im sacreligious/
Readin the bible while im burnin my ex-bitches pictures/
I'd call myself Mad Dog my true name buts its already been obtained/
I spit fire i could set that Mad Dog into flames/
Been this way since i was 8/
Learned how to hustle now im dealin in weights/
I pack gats wherever im at/
Wanna get hit up feel the shells make contact/
The streets of Crawley were too small for me/
Im uppin my name up like im askin 4 votes on RB/
U wanna battle then holla @ me/
Im only 17 but im up and comin in this industry!!!/
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yo im so dope if i was a nik id sell for 20, i bag up roach guts and sell em to dummys, i walk around bummy all week, but in battles leave kids trippin like leak, don't speak no doubt i know what ur sayin, "this kids like pesticides they way he be sprayin" and i aint playin i flow day to night, leather pants style, my flows that tight, get it right or don't speak at all, my block makes more sales then your whole mall, im not known to stall, i stay fly, trust you don't wanna battle this white guy, if ur picked put your head between ur legs and kiss your ass goodbye. *muah*
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I was educated in hell took it to heaven now you should see~that~place
You don’t wanna go there ace, refer to me on the mic now you wanna be~that~race
The way I tell stories and inspire the belief you could call me Martin~Luther~X
The way I get a hold of ya mind and steal ya passage of thought is jus my~sort~of~flex
Since I was old enough to understand, when I became a man, I thought of a plan
Realized only I could stack~paper, ball and jack~a~laker, and stab a wack~hater
Wrote with white on black~like~my~avatar, at 12 became a track~creator
I attack~greater, then god~could, Packo hittin better than a sqaud~should
My rhyme effect ya head to nod~good, the truth I came from an odd~hood
When I strolled about spittin death I was mis~unda~stood cuz I was this~f_ckin~good
I spat death that I actually became a ill~murder~ah, spit to drown a third~of~ya
Yall wish this obsurd~gun~line neva occurred~in~one~rhyme…fuck ya done~time. Peace out.
~Packo~
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From east to west im breakin fake mc's off proper/
Wit my killa style imma lyric shocker/
Ima shoot ya in ya leg from a distance n watch ya go loco askin who shot ya/
My aim is impeccable, im sorry did that word sound complex to you?/
I forget im rhyming to a kid who dont understand the ill shit that i spit/
He only understands short lettered words, hard to battle an amatuer/
Since i always been a pro, i'll try not to hammer ya/
But yo i dont mind to give ya some hammer time/
You do suck so i will prolly c u bitin-my-lines/
Tryna b fightin-my-rhymes, give in run away hidin-cos u-cryin/
I got chedda up to tha ceiling, fuckin hoes as they willin/
I aint even worked up, im jus chillin/
Spittin these rhymes bout myself like a villain/
Killin u like an overdose of pennicillin/
First u swallow hard tryna keep ya dignity/
After i shown u how much of ya rhymes were originally/
Used by other mc's, then yo' eyes roll back/
Then u start to convulse, having a seizure attack/
U die on stage to the great mc ips aka. dolla d-o-double-gee/
Least people will know from now on not to fuck wit me! :shoot: